it's like having someone slap you in the face with a cock, then realising it's your dad's cock. Then realising that you can actually identify your dad's cock. Then getting a papercut, then being made to live in the gents loo in Leicester Square for six months.

It's like getting ready for a wank then discovering a malevolent magician has turned your hands into cheese graters, your lube into hobo dick cheese and your porn into pictures of your grandad taking a shit into your dad's mouth.

It’s like flushing the chain before realising your cock has dropped off and is disappearing round the u-bend so you plunge your hand in and grab it but it turns out to be a turd shaped like a cock and you fall over and it lands in your mouth and your mum walks in and writes the word FAILURE on your arse in cheap lipstick while you lie there gurgling turd juice. And then your cock actually does fall off.

He must have read all the comments on here, then he censors the word jerk or jack.

Anyway, it's like going to get your childhood sweetheart's name tattooed on your bottom, falling asleep and waking up to find the tattooist has written 'cunt' on your forehead and shoved a Christmas tree-shaped shard of rusty steel up your anus. Then pulled out the inside of your cock and tied it to a really lippy, tedious dwarf with B.O.

It's like getting ready for a wank then discovering a malevolent magician has turned your hands into cheese graters, your lube into hobo dick cheese and your porn into pictures of your grandad taking a shit into your dad's mouth>>>

Needless to say - i'm left literally slack-jawed...What a treat, just when your faith in the ad industry hitsrock bottom a bunch of modern day philosophers from the cradle ofcivilization produce a genuine piece of self-referential comedicgeniusnessness.

Really tho, how the fuck did at least one of those drones not have the gumption to say: "hang about, this might make me/us/we look stupider than a excremation mark on a piss stick - why dont we spend our time and energy doing something more constructive - like practicing our strangle holds on one another?"

To conclude: they've actually given me more joy than pretty much any other agency in last 6 months, so all is forgiven; plus a couple of the girls are pretty fit - which kind of make amendsfor the whole wonderful debacle

As a competing agency to Ogilvy I would strongly recommend that this fabulous tribute be played to prospective clients at the beginning of every pitch. Seems the only thing missing from this video are the Ogilvy clients holding hands around a microphone and singing chorus ala We Are the World.

It's like finding out your wife is your long lost sister from a teenage pregnancy your mother never told your father about and the only way you found out was when you had a deformed baby and the doctor gave you a DNA test and it ends up front page of national news.

Terrible. Simply cringe worthy. Jingoistic, paternal claptrap smothered in sickly sweet rancid syrup. Like a bad parody, this dreadful song is a ghastly tribute to an extremely successful but creatively boring man.

Seriously folks. This is a brain fart of an idea. Are you telling the world, this is the best you can come up with? A half hearted, poorly written, cheap and cheerful dirge to celebrate a sixty year milestone.

This is insane.And it's a pathetic, juvenile tribute. Those who sing his praises here have never really studied what the old buffer used to be on about. David Ogilvy and his theories are almost totally irrelevant today. He (or others under him) DID write some good ones, once, but that was half a century ago. How the Ogilvy organisation drums up this enthusiasm from young people I shall never understand.... and I used to work for it for 4 years, some time ago.

Could we leave a few more comments, please? Perhaps someone else can tell everyone how bad this video is, only in a slightly rephrased version of the 232 comments preceding it. Perhaps someone else can tell us how they were physically ill after only 30 seconds. Quick - there's a little bit of space left on the bandwagon...

This is how Greece has appropriated the American business model... And, slowly, more Balkan and Eastern European countries will be undergoing a similar process of "modernization." We (I am Greek) had the benefit of not having a communist regime, so we got to produce this tragicomedy first :-)

Yes the song sucks. But is it my imagination or is Ogilvy Athens rammed to the rafters with fit birds? At work I seem to get given bad news on a very regular basis (Yes, I'm a creative). Sometimes it is bad news dressed up as good news. Sometimes it is bad news masquerading as a good meeting and sometimes it is just good old fashioned bad news. But no matter what guise it comes in, it is always a lot easier to accept when delivered by a hot account manager with her chebs out. So well done Ogilvy Athens. You rock.

This afternoon, a friend of mine sent this video link. Is the other day, my company's 60 anniversary, the company's Athens office of a staff do.In fact, I think this song is good to hear, to sing all of the good. Greece girl seems to be more Kaopu.However, death is a very disgusting. Hate hate to lose at the death of a say in everything. Even your own thing you do not have the right to speak. Being dressed, with the use of people, ruined by the people.Like no one. Mai Tai as Confucius is willing to own a person, after death is not hard to be Gong, if there is, Zaiyu, and other disciples and, later, Mencius, Xun Zi, like much credit to the death as "saints"? And even thousands of years after the "Great Holy teacher" and even nausea. This time Ogilvy encountered similar circumstances.They had known this beforehand, it is better to have engraved on tombstones in the pre-good statements, such as the engraved words "after I die with me who called me a master who speaks your uncle Ah this is who runs it," what the. No moment, so we can not leave such a remark. A reminder of luck. Of course, some people will not necessarily stay in the hearing. The more out of this heart-the more the truth no one to listen. Say, "I assure you act" and the like, and remember clearly go again.Oh, sometimes I saw the publication of the unit (for example, Shaanxi Normal University Press, etc.) all sorts of pretexts put together clips of those high-volume publication with the words "Lin" The publication will also have such feelings. A similar situation.Perhaps the song that really should be a quotation from a song, but good. The lyrics are just some of the Ogilvy said before his death, serious as they please, those interesting. Not so much Rouma. On the contrary should be the first kind, lovely things right.However, or a video that we Chinese people can finally put down some of the historical burden of the triumph of the nations of the world stand. That's more than we love Rouma.To make such things, I am afraid they do not know of Ogilvy. As to those of the disciples of Confucius into a saint who, from Confucius to live, they are quasi-sip: Pooh, when you have no shame telling you so it did not smell of urine?Ancient saints are lonely. This is not just a lonely life. Very sad.